Fiction.

Chapter 55: Steals My Romance.

Chapter 55: Steals My Romance.

I lay up in the spare room in the attic that late night, Matt was away in Arizona for work and Val had to go to New York also for work so Peasnie had the weekend for herself in this big house. But Brian and Michelle are popping by tomorrow morning to take her out for the day.

I lay on the bed with my arms behind my head; I listened to the music being played in Peasnie’s room directly below my room. I could hear everything through the vent.

Arin’s been over for about an hour and I trust him to be alone with my teenage daughter. I know he won’t try and make a pass at her; he’s too good of a kid. It’s her trying to pursue him into.... ugh....having...Err, ahm...sexual, like, relations with her; my daughter, my baby girl, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. . . .Yeah. It’s not like she’d do it in Matt’s house, he told her no and she’s obeyed all my rules so she must obey all his rules.

I could hear them talking before there was silence, the music kept playing but they stopped talking to each other. I lay in the bed with a confused and curious expression pulling my eye brows together. My body jerked when I heard something very, very fermilure and slightly horrifying. The soft but loud feminine moans come from her room.

I jumped to my feet and waltzed down the attic steps and down the hall to Peasnie’s room, the door was wide open. My eyes widened in horror as I fell backwards slightly, in the blink of an eye I stumbled backward right over the railing. My body hit the floor below with a thump. I rolled my head side to side slightly and groaned a nasally grumble before opening my eyes. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. My arms sprawled out across the floor widely expanding from my body. I pulled my eye brows together as I could hear the pair of them upstairs.

“My baby girl is having sex?” I questioned myself. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. Did I just see my little girl getting plowed? I thought Arin was a good kid, and he’d keep his body parts to himself. But no, he’s just like all the rest of them; trying to get into girls’ pants. He better not leave her after this. He better not get her knocked up either.

“I guess the saying’s right, curiosity killed the cat. Even though the cat’s already dead.” I muttered to myself like I was a crazy person.

I sighed and rolled to my feet, I adjusted my shirt and jacket before carefully going back up stairs. I kept my eyes down as I passed her room again; I went back up to the attic to rock back and forth in a corner and suck my thumb. I can’t believe my daughter is doing the same irresponsible thing that made her in the first place. I can’t believe it, she’s only fourteen. I stopped at that thought when it ended. I straightened up and frowned sadly. She’s not fourteen though, she’s eighteen.

“She’s an adult; she’s not a baby anymore.” I muttered making myself depressed. I flopped down onto the bed and groaned sadly. I was in awe, for me time stands still, I’m still twenty eight but for her, she ages. She’s gone from being a girl who just started being a woman and a teenager to a young woman who’s entered adulthood and is exploring and growing up. She stopped needing me the day she turned fifteen. She was driving, cooking, cleaning. She was doing everything to survive on her own. I guess she grew up before I did. When I was her age I was chasing tail and being in a rock band after I got kicked out of school. She’s going places and that makes me proud of her. Zack always said she was a female version of me at this age but she’s not. She’s smarter than I ever was.

My eyes widened as the low moans turned into screams and cries. I huddled myself up into a ball on the bed, my knees tucked into my chest and my arms hugging my legs. I lay there unable to hear anything else. I was in shock by the things she was saying. How did she know all these terms and phrases? I know that when I slept with Lacy she was not in the house. She was chanting at him like he was a God or something. I mean like he can’t be that good. He’s only twenty four. But by the sounds of it, he was a regular Matt. This is something a father doesn’t want to hear.